i’m a believer…

i'm a believer

no need
to look in mirrors
what’s there
is what’s gone
replaced by
questions
about
how
and
when
such changes
could occur
without
your
permission
or
awareness
any answers
would of course
be too late
to matter
best to
look away
and
contemplate
why
the setting sunset
has changed
so
dramatically
maybe
there’s something to
that global warming
global warming
hmm
could be the reason
for the face
in the mirror

a parting thought…

copyright cwmartin 2011

you
are staring
into the mirror
as if it
can change
your fate
it
has no power
only
in fairy tales
does it transform
the grotesque gourd
of life
into a magical carriage
holding
your glass slippers
this world
requires that
you
take up arms
against ignorance
and
crawl through
the narrow passageways
lined
with razor wire prejudices
to reach
a tomorrow
defined
only
by
you

strange brew…

most days
i much prefer
to have my coffee
alone
but seeing
all the seats were taken
i could hardly say no
to the stranger
i thought to myself
he looks like
death warmed over
he said
thank you
but did i say that aloud
he said
no
as i stared into his eyes
i could see a thousand souls
he abruptly left
but left behind a package
i followed him
and ended up
in a small graveyard
i saw an open grave
its headstone
had no date
but the inscription read
live not
the lives of others
but your own
as i stared into the grave
i saw
a mirror

a simple matter of understanding…

she
was
unlike
any other
fortune teller
i had ever met
no crystal ball
just a mirror
handed to me
while saying
stare into the mirror
at your face
now
deep
into your eyes
you must go
much deeper
she insisted
down
to where your soul
resides
there
you can see
your future
it is
your fate
unless
you
choose
to change
it

before god….

 

last confession heard
weighted down
with others’ sins
labored steps home
shower on
needing to remove
pungent smell of incense
stains of cheap wine
robes removed
tossed aside
revealing torn t-shirt
naked before the mirror
stands a man
just a man

 

This poem was inspired by by dracegannon who stated that “In the past, I wrote a poem titled “Priest Are Men” See if you can run with this colorful idea for a poem.” Please visit his site and enjoy some very poignant poems.

a jade framed mirror….

as i passed my mirror
i would have sworn
i saw the reflection of a unicorn
perhaps the last unicorn
but i can’t be sure
for just as i turned
the  lights went out
leaving only slivers of moonlight
peering through the darkness
but i wondered
could this vision be true
am i the last unicorn
a hapless man on two feet
a unicorn
     a partaker of life’s nectar
     breathing in love’s passion
     while wading through
     the cold waters of yesterday’s dreams
     feeling the shifting sands of today
     beneath my feet
a unicorn
     a dying breed
     caught in brambles
     of despair
     unable to move
     for fear of death
no
there must be others
dreamers and lovers
who believe
that this life
is much more
than a reflection
in a mirror